How’s the dating?
It’s Jan’s turn to trot across the globe this time and we swap travel tales and tips, he sends me pictures of dishes he enjoyed on his exotic holiday. He asked me how I was doing with the dating and it’s become a happy pattern now of seeing two or three different men in the week. Even R has returned and become quite fun to hang out with. We went to see that very quirky dystopian film The Lobster before going on to a restaurant and then a pub for more drinks. Finally at about half eleven he walked me to the station and we kissed and hugged each other goodbye. It was friendly and lovely and we promised to see each other again before he had to go away to dangerous destinations for work.
I told Jan about the Texan who entered my dating life a few weeks back. But not in any great detail because apart from his sartorial elegance and Harvard background he is still very new and a little unknown. We take our time between dates and I marvel at my own restraint – perhaps I’ve learnt to savour and enjoy the entire experience, the delicious anticipation, confident that my expectations will not be disappointed.
And of course there’s Goran over whom my heart still skips a beat occasionally. But the fact that he belongs elsewhere has tempered my enthusiasm and I have sought to distract myself by reading the consolation of philosophy and other works by that philosopher of the quotidian. It has given me some comfort to know that my motives in seeing him remain selfless in so far as I don’t wish his marriage to end. Whilst he remains married to another, we might continue our love affair in a bubble of indulgence each happy to please the other, fully appreciating the short time we have together and making the effort to delight and soothe.